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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
June of 44,
UT,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Fear,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.