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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.