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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.