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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.