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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Smog,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.