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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.