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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.