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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.