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 Moldova and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
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.