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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.