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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.