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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.