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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.