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 Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.