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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.