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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.