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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.