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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
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.