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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.