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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.