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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.