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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.