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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.