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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.