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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.