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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.