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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Crime,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.