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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.