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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
ABBA,
Franke,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.