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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Smog,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.