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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.