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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.