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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.