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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.