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 Belarus 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.