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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Pole,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.