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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.