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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Swans,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.