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 Comoros and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.