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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.