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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.