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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.