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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
PIL,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.