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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.