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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.