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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.