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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
The Names,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.