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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.