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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.