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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.