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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.