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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Pagans,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.