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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.