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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.