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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
New Order,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.