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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
The Index,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.