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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.