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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.