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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.