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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.