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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Pagans 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.