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 India and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.