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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.