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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.