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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.