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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Nas,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.