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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.