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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.