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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.