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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.