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 Greece 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.