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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.