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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.