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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.