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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.