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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.