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 Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.