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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.