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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 the Slits to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.