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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Brick,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
UT,
Cameo,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.