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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.