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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.