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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.