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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.