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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.