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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.