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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.