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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Moebius,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.