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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.