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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Sound,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.