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 Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.