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 Japan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Rakim,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Faust,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.