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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.