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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.