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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.