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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Y Pants,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.