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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.