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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.