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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.