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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.