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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.