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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Japan,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.