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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Litter to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.