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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.