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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Oneida,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.