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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.