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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.