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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.