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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.