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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
CMW,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.