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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.