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 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Joy Division,
UT,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.