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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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?
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.