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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.