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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.