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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
CMW,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.