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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Index,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.