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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.