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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.