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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.