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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.