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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.