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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Nas,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.