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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.