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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
New Order,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.