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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.