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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.