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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.