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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.