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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.