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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.