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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.