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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.