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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
New Order,
The Doors,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.