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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.