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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.