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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.