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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Smog,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.