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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 synthesizer 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.