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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.