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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 MC5 to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.