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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.