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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.