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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
cv313,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.