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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Crime,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.