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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.