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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.