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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.