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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.