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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.