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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.