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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.