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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Wire,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.