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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.