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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.