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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.