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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.