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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
MDC,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The 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.