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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.