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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
UT,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
X-102,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.