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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Hashim,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.