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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.