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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.