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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.