Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.