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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.