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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.