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 Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.