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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Techniques,
ABC,
June Days,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.