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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Quantec,
MC5,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.