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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Television,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.