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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.