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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.