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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funkadelic 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.