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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Nas,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.