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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.