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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.