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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Lalann,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.