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 Albania 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the rock 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.