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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.