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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.