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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.