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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
DNA,
Faust,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Scientists,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.