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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 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 Smog to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
X-101,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.