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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.