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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.