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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.