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 Montenegro 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
MDC,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.