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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Fear,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
PIL,
Gong,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.