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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.