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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.