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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.