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 Dominica and from New York.
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 Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.