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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.