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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.