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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
DNA,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.