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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.