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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Japan,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.