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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.