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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.