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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Darondo,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.