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 India and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Busters to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.