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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.