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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.