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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
10cc,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.