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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.