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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Hoover,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.