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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.