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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.