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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Ludus,
cv313,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.