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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.