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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.