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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.