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 Azerbaijan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
CMW,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.