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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.