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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.