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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Cymande,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.