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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.