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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.