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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.