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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Gong,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.