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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Darondo 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.