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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.