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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.