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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.