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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Crime,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.