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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.