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 Oman and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.