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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
AZ,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.