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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Little Man,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.