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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.