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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.