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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.