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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.