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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.