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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Wings,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.