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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Television,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.