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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.