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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.