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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.