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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.