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 Palau 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.