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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
ABC,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
10cc,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.