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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.