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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Cramps,
UT,
Faust,
The Human League,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.