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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.