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 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
CMW,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.