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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Niagra,
MDC,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
CMW,
Technova,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.