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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.