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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Slave,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.