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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.