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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.