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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.