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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Slave,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.