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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.