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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.