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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.