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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.