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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.