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 Chile 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
the Association,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.