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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Pylon,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.