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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.