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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.