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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.