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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wings to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.