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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
X-101,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Neu!,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.