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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Standells,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.