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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.