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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.