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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.