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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.