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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.