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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Erasure,
CMW,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.