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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.