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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.