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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.