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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.