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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.