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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.