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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.