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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.