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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.