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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
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Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.