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 Ivory Coast 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.