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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.