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 Turkmenistan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.