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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
The Move,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.