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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.