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 Chad 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.