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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.