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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Index,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.