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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Audionom,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.