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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
John Holt,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.