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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Yaz to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.