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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.