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 Oman and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.