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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.