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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.