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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.