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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.