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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.