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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.