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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.