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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.