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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.