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 Mauritania 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Gong,
New Order,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.