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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.