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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.