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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.