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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.