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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Ten City,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.