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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Lyres to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.