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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.