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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.