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 Gabon 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Brick,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.