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 Brazil and from London.
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 Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Crime,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.