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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Television,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.