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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.