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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.