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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.