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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Whodini,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.