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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.