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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.