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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Chrome,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.