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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.