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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.