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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.