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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.