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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.