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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Technova to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.