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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.