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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Fear,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.