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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.