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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Television,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
UT,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.