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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.