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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Swans,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Motions,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
June of 44,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.