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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.