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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
X-101,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.