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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.