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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.