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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.