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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Television,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.