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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.