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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.