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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.