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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.