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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.