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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.