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 India and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.