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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.