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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.