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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.