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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.