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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.