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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.