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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Nico,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.