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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.