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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.