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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.