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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.