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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 the Soft Cell to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.