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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
MC5,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.