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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.