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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.