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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.