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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.