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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.