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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Nas,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.