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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.