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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.