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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.