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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.