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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
DNA,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.