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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.