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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Franke,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.