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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.