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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.