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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Mars,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.