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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.