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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Human League to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.