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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.