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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.