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 Latvia and from London.
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 Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.