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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 Scientists 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.