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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.