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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.