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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.