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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.