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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.