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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.