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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.