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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.