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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.