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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.