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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.