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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.