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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.