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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.