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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.