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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Motorama 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.