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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.