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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.