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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.