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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.