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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Pagans,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.