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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Nas,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.