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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.