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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.