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 France 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 London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.