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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.