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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.