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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Monks,
Ten City,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.