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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Can,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.