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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Organ,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.