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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.