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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.