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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.