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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.