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 Finland and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.