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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.