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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.