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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.