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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.