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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Rekid,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.