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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.