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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Faust,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.