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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.