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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.