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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.