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 United States and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Technova,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.