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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.