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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.