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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.