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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.