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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Brick,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.