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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.