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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Fall to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.