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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.