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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.