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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.