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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Swans,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.