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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.