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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.