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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.