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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.