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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.