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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.