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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Sparks 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.