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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.