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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
DNA,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.