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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Gong,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.