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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.