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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.