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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Television,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.