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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.