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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
JFA,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.