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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.