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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.