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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.