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 Grenada and from New York.
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 Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.