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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.