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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 John Cale to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.