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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.