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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.