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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.