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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.