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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.