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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.