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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.