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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.