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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Sparks,
DNA,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.