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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Mars,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.