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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.