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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Busters to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.