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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.