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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.