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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Can,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.