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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.