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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.