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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.