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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Chrome,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Pole,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.