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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.