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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.