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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.