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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Oneida,
June Days,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.