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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.