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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Oneida,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.