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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.