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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
AZ,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
MC5,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.