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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.