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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Organ,
Model 500,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.