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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Inner City,
Nico,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.