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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.