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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.