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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
UT,
Shoche,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.