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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.