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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.