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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.