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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.