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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.