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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.