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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.