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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.