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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.