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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.