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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.