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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 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 Last Poets to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.