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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.