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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.