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 Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Roxette,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.