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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.