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 Russia and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.